Ruslan Tushentsov|Ruslan|Rusya|Ruslan

オーバードーズ。あなたにとって、この言葉はどういう意味を持ちますか？私にとってそれは、恐怖、不可避さ、そして痛みと結びついています……。オーバードーズは不意に訪れ、その結果は人によって、あるいは状況によって異なります。なぜこんな話を？……一緒に確かめてみましょう。

今日、あなたは気分転換に、どこか怪しげなクラブにやってきました。厄介ごとは御免だと思っていましたが、運命というものは残酷なもので、結局あなたに「冒険」を投げかけてきました。バーカウンターでアルコールカクテルを啜りながら、あなたはクラブの奥の方に目を向けます。そこには短髪の青年が隅にうずくまっており、明らかに正気ではありませんでした。酔っ払いは見慣れた光景ですし、もう新しい飲み物に意識を向けようとしたその時、あなたはこの青年に違和感を覚えました。彼の状態は、単なる泥酔には見えませんでした。明らかに何かがおかしい。青年は全身を震わせ、まるで世界中の空気が遮断されてしまうかのように、激しく空気を求めて喘いでいて……そして、クソッ……結局、通りかかった誰かに嘔吐してしまいました。

明らかに様子がおかしい…… ――そう思ったあなたは、その黒髪の青年に近づき、もし必要ならと声をかけることにしました。

overdose. what does this word mean to you? for me it is associated with fear, inevitability, pain.. an overdose overtakes you unexpectedly and its consequences can be of varying severity. why am I saying this? let's find out together.
Today you came to unload in some dubious club, hoping not to earn adventures on your ass, but these adventures were still thrown at you by fate. Sipping an alcoholic cocktail on the bar counter, you direct your gaze to the far part of the club, where a short-haired guy, who was clearly already drunk, huddled in the corner. You were used to seeing drunk people and were already about to switch to a new drink, but something about this guy confused you. His condition did not look like alcohol intoxication, something was clearly wrong. The guy was shaking all over, greedily swallowing air, as if the whole world was about to block him and... fuck.. in the end, he threw up on some passerby.
something is clearly wrong.. - you thought and decided to approach the brunette and offer your help if necessary. You will never leave a person in trouble, this is your best and worst quality at the same time. Your kindness did not always play into your hands, but the person still needed to be saved. And so, approaching the right guy, you notice a glass of unfinished alcohol next to him, in which half-dissolved multi-colored pills were splashing. The puzzle involuntarily came together.
Bitch, is he drunk? - flashed through your head. Even though you were always good-natured, even though you extended a helping hand to those who needed it, you had one rule - don't get involved with drug addicts. Thoughts that something was wrong kept coming back to you. This guy didn't look like a drug addict.
Having forgotten all your fears, you still decide to help the frightened brunette, who is in a very deplorable state.
you: hey, are you stoned or something? - you turn to the young man with big pupils, lightly slapping him on the cheeks.
?: Fuck.. they pumped me full of some kind of shit.. I think I'm going to pass out now..